OOC: This is open to anyone. I just need the training. I think I understand by reading through others, so its not so much training as fighting a noob, but hey, im here to party

BIC:Alastor stood in the center of the Training Arena, waiting patiently. His black hair blew gently in the breeze. The Training Arena was desolate save for Alastor, his black outfit consisting of a heavy jacket, a black t-shirt and black jeans standing out like a scar in the open field. Sunlight streamed in over the high stone walls, showing the time to be roughly noon. The ground told the story of many fights in the past, but had been untouched for years.

Death lingers here, thought Alastor. He smirked, and waited for his opponent to enter the Arena.

Out of the shadows popped a little fox. As the fox ran up to Alastor a spit of flame it the ground. Each step. The fox growled and jumped towards Alastor's jugular with its sharp fangs open. The fox's main goal was to take a chunk out of his throat, but it wasn't going to be enough to kill the boy. Welcome... The fox seemed to say.

"Come here, Copper!" Alastor said with a wide grin spread across his face. As he taunted the fox, Alastor stored energy in his hand, a green aura glowing about it. Just as the creature lunged at his throat, he swung his fist with immortal speed toward its on-coming jaw in an uppercut.

Alastor didn't see why the punch wouldn't connect--the fox was in mid-jump and would have difficulty dodging the punch with such little time. Plus, if it hit, the spell he was charging on the punch sure would pack, well, a punch.

***Searing Fist--A simple spell that Alastor can use freely. He charges his raw energy into his fist, and when it hits, it does physical damage, as well as magical, depending on what color he is using.

Green--Alastor's green magic is made to eat away to soul of the opponent. If hit with a green Searing Fist, the opponent loses some stregnth and speed.

Red--Alator's red magic is made for offensive attacks. If hit by a red Searing fist, the opponent is knocked back by the small explosion the magic creates after the fist comes in contact. The explosion is very concentrated, so it does not affect Alastor unless charged very high.

Black--Alastor's black magic is made to enhance himself. A black searing punch will increase the strength of the hit.***

The fox winced as the punch hit it right in the stomach. The fox flew back and landed on the ground all four paws seemed to be unaffected by it. Okay this form is too weak for you... The fox arched it's back and the flames from it's body exploded into different colors.

Fox Fire: A rainbow of flames flies out from the fox demon's body. It's a very large area attack. The main thing is that all statuses to Sorcha are deemed null and void when she transforms to her normal form.

When the singeing flames cleared. There stood a woman. She had a smirk on her face. She had two tails. Her skin was pale and her eyes a green. Her hair was the same flaming red as her fur and it seemed to blend in with her ears. She wore a red set of light leather armor. On her feet were grievers and on her arms were sharp arm bands. She looked over at Allistor and smirked. Her lower-body wore a mini skirt with a piece of cloth that covered her leg. It was a bright orange and red. "Well hello... You must be new around her." Her foot singed the ground. She stood there and waved a hand for Allistor to attack. "By the way... I'm Sorcha Rohan, nice to meet ya."

Alastor quickly crossed his arms as a shield against the fire. Luckily with all the time he had spent in the Underworld, fire was one of his strong points. The colorful fire blasted around him, doing a small amount of damage. It was like nothing he'd ever seen, but it was still fire.

"New? Yes. But most likely much older than you." Alastor looked over Scorcha's new form as he lowered his arms. He pulled of his jacket, weights thudding as he dropped it to the gorund. "I might need to take of my jacket for this fight," he smiled. "And maybe a little weaponry won't hurt.."

Alastor suddenly shot his right arm diagonally to the side, a sword appearing in his hand. The blade was pitch black, and seemed to absorb all light around it.

"They call me Alastor. Nice to meet you, Scorcha. Your move," he said, switching into a defensive position, holding his sword in front of him horizontally.

Sorcha sighed. Once again another person calling her Scorcha. She shrugged. "Fine if you want it that way." Sorcha jumped back about 300 meters away. Sorcha began running forward then jumped in the air flipping. Spits of flame from her tail flew every where. She then put both of her hands out and began doing forward hand springs. Each time she did it a wave of flame came out towards Allistor. The all weren't going in the same direction. The flames were spastic.

Fox Fire Gymnastics: Sorcha moves in high speeds and sends out many flames from her tail. How ever it looks like it is coming from legs. She moves her tails in a random fashion to send the flames out in different directions. The first pyre heads straight out for the opponent and the rest of the flames go in random directions.

OOC: I apologize. The use of fire automatically made me add a 'c'. And technically, my characters name is Alastor, not Allistor. It mean something along the lines of 'vengeful spirit' in Greek.

BIC:
Alastor cursed at her speed. Faster than I thought..

Alastor charged a spell, a red aura glowing along his sword. He quickly jumped over and dodged the first pyre aimed at him, landing on his feet. When he landed, he swung his sword in a downward arch in front of himself, aimed at Sorcha. A red slash of energy continued forward, shooting off of Alastor's sword. The slash was slightly wider than Alastor himself. The energy hit aside the flames heading directly at Alastor, stopping some damage while also threatening to harm Sorcha.

Alastor charged towards Sorcha as she flipped through the air, staying behind the slash of energy as he tried to outrun the fire headed at him from random directions. The slash kept away most, but he was still buffeted by some, the fire singing his skin the slightest bit. He held his sword aloft for a quick defense, but continued to charge the red aura in case he needed to attack again.

***Energy Slash: Self explanatory. This attack is purely a red energy spell, so it does physical damage to the victim, knocking them back. It is charged on Alastor's sword. The wider it is, it does less damage over a wide area. The thinner it is, it does more damage in a very small area.

Sorcha saw the energy headed towards her. She landed on a hand stand. She quickly moved to the side of Alastor's line of movement. Sorcha caught up behind him and grabbed her right hand. She sent a powerful blow to his neck with her hands. "Swords aren't as useful as your body."

Alastor saw Sorcha running towards him from the side--he had had his eyes trained on her the entire time.

Just as Sorcha came up behind him, attempting to flank him, he released the energy on his sword and drove it into the ground. Keeping both hands on his hilt, he used the momentum to swing himself around and right back at Sorcha, aiming a powerful blow with both feet towards her abdomen. The sudden drop in height left Sorcha's attack going well over Alastor, hopefully causing her to stumble and recieve the blow.

Sorcha quickly put her arms infront of her. The forearms covered in metal with blades on them sticking out when Alastor sent the flying kick. She was either going to be still standing there with the blades attached or something else was going to happen. She did however take a bit of the after shock. It didn't hurt just pinched. "Oof..." She said.

How Sorcha drew in her punch and stopped running in that split second, Alastor didn't know.

But at was too late for him to pull back his kick, but he took the oppurtunity to turn it into an attack. He continued with his kick, the blades piercing his boots and stabbing his feet. It hurt, but it gave him an advantage.

While his feet were stuck on those blades, her defenses were seemingly non-existent, as she could not move her arms to deflect any kind of attack.

Alastor wasted no momentum, and as soon as his feet connected with the blades and embedded themselves, he released the sword and let momentum carry himself forward, aiming a punch to her face with such speed that it was nothing but a blur. On his other hand, he charged a read aura, ready for another attack if this landed.

Sorcha's eyes widened as she felt the smashing punch hit her face. The force threw Sorcha out of the blades. She found her self flying through the air. Sorcha immediately steered her body into a flip and landed on the ground. The punch caused her to slide back a little too. Sorcha blinked as she wiped her face. It hurt... a bit... she had a high pain tolerance. After all she was the pride of her clan. "Owie..." She said with a smirk. She looked at Allistor. He is a newbie, but he's probably never ran into a fire kitsune, she thought. Sorcha's two tails wagged in excitement. She was happy to have a healthy opponent who wasn't fazed that much. Maybe now she could have some fun. She still did miss her master though (RIP KAIJIN T_T). Sorcha ran up to Allistor and threw a kick with one of her legs, the blades on her grievers headed strait for his stomach. She then jumped and threw a spin kick and the blade on her other opposite griever was headed straight for his jugular.

As soon as the punch landed, Alastor pushed off and flipped throught the air. He saw Sorcha headed towards him as he landed, and decided to continue to flip backwards. It seemed like his best line of defense.

"My feet may be a small setback, as well, but I didn't spend centuries being stabbed by the undead to let it stop me.."

As he flipped backwards, he also pulled his sword from the ground. The first kick narrowly missed him, and he felt the speed of it as it passed. The second kick was well behind as he continued flipping, landing when safe with a slight thud.

Blood stained the scorched grass as it flowed from his boots. But he ignored it, focusing on the battle at hand. He charged Sorcha, trying to give her as little time to recover as possible. Alastor then channelled the red energy he'd been charging in his fist up the length of his sword.

He sliced the air in a diagonal slash, energy again racing of his blade towards Sorcha, but this time much thinner..

Sorcha's eyes widen as she crossed both her arms. As soon as the red aura hit her arm blades it cut through. Sorcha landed on the ground and looked at them. "Hey... Yushi... You were more durable as a bell you know that?"

I'm sorry Mistress!! I have to get used to this new form!

Sorcha shook her arms and the blades reformed. She smirked as she looked at Allastor. Her grievers began to form a sharper blade. "Okay what are you wanting from me to use moves like that?" She walked a little closer. Her tail was wagging. She was enjoying this fight. She looked right at Allastor. Sorcha looked at his eyes and her smirk grew wider. "Just remember what I told you Yushi. Toughest metal in the world!" Sorcha ran up to Alastor and sent a punch straight for his face.

As Sorcha ran at him, her punch flying through the air, Alastor stuck out his blade straight towards her with lightning speed. The punch smahed into Alastor's nose, but still he smiled. Sorcha would have to be quick on her feet to dodge that, otherwise his sword would impale her. She most certainly would, but it wouldn't hurt to try anyway.

Alastor's upper body jolted backwards from the punch, but he was not completely off balance. He spun his body with the force, going low into a crouch and sending a kick staright up toward's Sorcha's ribs. It didn't have bone shattering force, but would surely knock the wind out of her if it connected.

Sorcha's eyes widened as she narrowly missed the impaling. She had no time to recover so the kick sent her flying across the stadium. She hit a wall and slowly slouched. She looked around. "You wanna use weapons? Fine..." She closed her eyes and her grievers liquified and slipped to the ground. The metal started to form into a cylandrical shape. She picked it up and it grew to be about six feet. "This is my special weapon." She spun the pole and held it was one hand behind her back. She then held her other hand infront of her waving for him to come.

ooc: Don't worry about it. On a side not, your eyes must be huge by now--they get wider every post

bic: Alastor rose from his crouch as Sorcha spoke, grimacing from the discomfort in his foot.

"Your armor intrigues me," Alastor replied. "But what does it take to break?"

The whole while, the red aura crackled along his blade, the midnight black an demonic backdrop. Alastor then charged, both hands on his sword. When he neared Sorcha, he brought the blade down vertically, straight for her head. If Sorcha blocked, he would let the red energy flow from the blade as he had before, in a small wave that would hopefully sever the quarter staff she called Yushi as it did before. When her defense was broken, the blade would continue its deathly downfall.

If Sorcha chose to intsead move out of the way, Alastor would keep the energy charging on his blade, but would most likely be defenseless from the force of his attack. Even then, he had a surprise for her...

Sorcha did just the opposite of both of the choices. She smirked. Sorcha tossed her quarterstaff up so that Alastor's slash would go through it and the effects of his sword would be gone and used up. Sorcha moved to the side of his slash and threw a powerful punch up to his face when he landed. The staff turned to liquid then made it's way back to reform to a staff. She caught it and still held it behind her.